Twenty year old Corey Evans is one-half of 2ICE, the biggest duo on the radio at the moment. Pronounced twice, they're number one on the Billboard charts this week with their latest single. And number one in download sales, with two albums that have already gone platinum, to hear their manager tell it. And currently on their second U.S. tour, which has sold out stadiums across the nation. Despite this, there's an emptiness inside him which Corey can't seem to fill, no matter how many groupies he takes to his bed. He sees this same emptiness mirrored in the eyes of his band-mate, Ian Coltraine, who drowns his evenings after each show with a bottle of whiskey. Ian's the one Corey turns to when he wakes beside an unknown fan, still asleep in his bed and needs help evicting her. He's Corey best friend, the only person on the tour he can confide in, who he really trusts ... The one, Corey finally realizes, with whom he is madly, deeply, terribly in love. And he suspects Ian might feel the same. But his recent string of one-night stands makes Ian cautious about Corey's true feelings. He's wanted Corey for so long, and has watched him go through countless fans in search of ... what? Ian doesn't know. And he doesn't yet believe Corey when he says Ian might be it. Ian hopes so, but can't bring himself to believe Corey's fickle desire won't be gone in the morning. Can these two young men somehow move beyond Corey's past and Ian's pain to embrace a love they both so desperately desire?

Beautiful Disaster

Suddenly he needed a drink, something strong, something to help him make it through the rest of the night until he could get Corey alone. Corey’s voice was a soft whisper between them. “All I want is to go back to the room.”


Corey seized Ian’s arm. “Let’s not go,” he said, excited. “Let’s ditch Dean and Kate and go back by ourselves. What can they say? I mean, really?”


“They can fire us,” Ian pointed out.


“Please,” Corey drawled. “We’re their meal ticket, but they don’t own us. We can—”


Ian looked around again. Butch stood an impassive guard at the door, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes half-closed. “We’ll go. We have to.” Leaning close, his lips brushed against the soft fuzz of Corey’s cheek, just in front of his ear. “But I don’t want to stay all night long. I’ve got other plans.”


Corey squeezed Ian’s arm. “I hope they include me.”


Chapter 31